Income Unscramble Novels & Stories

The accountant called Friday morning. "The signature is replicated," she said. "Professionally done but there are three micro inconsistencies in the pressure points that wouldn't survive scrutiny. The account transfer record references a clearing house code that didn't exist until eight months after the date on the document." A pause. "Whoever made this knew what they were doing. They just didn't know everything." "How long will it take to produce a full report?" "End of next week." "I need it by Wednesday." A pause. "I'll have it by Wednesday."

Shrouded in secrecy, this clandestine agreement stipulated that Preshant would undertake the solemn responsibility of adequately reimbursing Sunita. Sunita and Preshant had reached a tacit agreement regarding their transaction. This was unique because it involved a combination of cash and non-cash components. Recognising the potential benefits, Sunita was eager to leverage Preshant's influential position. The cash portion of the transaction was straightforward: a direct transfer from Preshant's account to any account of Sunita's choice. This infusion of funds granted her immediate access to the resources she sought, allowing her to seize opportunities and make investments aligned with her as

SIX YEARS AND A FEW MONTHS LATER. √WASHINGTON. DC. ASHLEY. "So you're back and the first person you thought to meet is your man?" Lucy's loud whining voice echoes through my ears, and a chuckle leaves my mouth as I move the phone away a bit before glueing it back to my ear. "I remember you doing the same thing months ago, backstabber. " I remind her of her playful betrayal as I walk inside the company. A company that's managed by Vincent, Sinclair along with one other friend of theirs.

Maine can't hide the excitement of all the wonders of the food being offered today. See! Our lives here are just going well, if you are asking how in the world, I got into this school is because of my good academic grades. In my last school I was one of the top honored students that's why I got myself a scholarship in this prestigious school it was hard for my parents since we just live in a normal life. HR is the course that me and my friends took for university, and I want to become a health service manager one day. And of cour-... Why are the students besides us are so noisy? What are they even saying? I'm giving a background check of myself here!

Cassi added motioning to Jason and I and I smiled doing as told. "What did he want?" I asked pulling out of the parking spot referring to the coach. "They need new equipment," Cassi replied "They treat us like we're cash cows," Jason mumbled "But you are cash cows," Trinity reasoned making us laugh. "Well take care of it when we get to the mall today," I told him driving out of the parking lot. . . . . . . . .

“My name’s Cynthia, by the way.” I nodded. No smile. No interest. Just acknowledgment. She wasn’t important enough for more. Then I turned and walked away, each step sealing the distance. Back in the office, I buried myself in numbers. Numbers were safe. Predictable. They never shifted their meaning based on mood or tone. They didn’t leave you guessing. Add, subtract, divide—it was clean. That was my part of the business, the finance side of Seams & Touch. A massive operation that demanded control, precision, and discipline. Running it with my sister was exactly the future I’d mapped out for myself.

And it was as if I was poured with a very cold water that woke up my whole being, when I read the flash breaking news on a morning TV show. "Avianna Alejandro having a sex scandal with a famous businessman... for money?"

Will started filling a plate he had 'found' with several pieces of dried meat and some mushrooms, while listening to the noise of people moving around above hi "Get off me Foster!" Sister Lina panicked scream echoed throughout the church. Will dropped his plate and rushed towards his trapdoor. "You're hurting me! This isn't appropri… AH!" Sister Lina screamed again. Will got out of the kitchen just in time to see a scruffy looking ȧduŀt tearing off Sister Lina's head shawl revealing a fiery red hair. It wasn't religious clothing, but it was apparently common to show modesty in public for unmarried women

"Why not just take an illegal cab. Those are cheaper!" I gave her a cold smile. "Ms. Johnson, company policy requires legitimate invoices and receipts. Illegal cabs can't issue receipts."

Lilly looked up to see him staring at her almost with a look of adoration and her face flushed with panic so she quickly asked. "Okay, so what about Claire and my mom?" "Right! So Claire is mated or married to Ivan. Ivan is apparently some big shot warrior who is cousins with my dad, and adopted siblings with my mom? So technically not related to you at all. In all reality, Claire is actually only 7 years older than us. Explains why she looks so young for being your mother! Do you remember from before my parents dropped me off with you and Claire?"